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[toshiomoyagi]

When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️

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Gods I need to fuck him so bad. And not even just normally, I need to be rough and possessive with him, holding him face down ass up, pounding into his cunt, gripping his hips so hard they'll leave bruises for days. I need to bite him and mark him up everywhere my mouth can possibly reach, his skin always looks so good covered in my little love bites and hickeys. I need to tell him that he's mine, to have him repeat it back to me with every thrust I make into his needy cunt. I need to fuck him so deeply, so good and rough that he has tears running down that pretty boy face, absolutely fucked out and so out of it that he can only moan and drool and try to beg for more. And fuckk if I could I'd knot and breed him too, claiming him in every possible way I can, claiming him in such a way that he won't want or need anyone else. I just need him badly

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someone desperate in tight pants. every time they shift and roll their hips forward forward, the inseam digs into their pussy, right over their clit, making them more and more turned on as they get more and more desperate and keep wiggling, keep pressing forward, rocking, hiking up their pants further if it even possible. soon enough, they’re not just grinding to hold it, but because the knot of their pant’s crotch is rubbing just right on their swollen clit, and they can’t get enough. they pulse and rut harder, feeling their underwear dampen. the pressure is both the only thing holding the flood back in, but also what’s threatening their ability to hold, as every jolt of pleasure sends their muscles spasming and ever closer to giving in.

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making a pretty boy with a full bladder wear a cute little skirt that presses on his bladder. he whines that he needs to pee but i tell him to dance for me first, watching him sway and bend. he whimpers with every movement. i ask him to present himself and he whimpers again while his cock throbs and twitches. i tickle his little pee hole because it's just so cute while it twitches. he begs me again to let him again. silly boy, i tell him, he needs to stay there and hold that pose. he looks cuter like this~

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guys who moan a little when they pee because it just feels so good to finally empty their bladder <3333

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guy who is a heavy sleeper being woken up by his bladder. sleepy and comfy, he just ignores it and tries to go back to sleep. as he drifts in and out of sleep, his need gets progressively more urgent, but so does his resolve to actually catch more solid sleep. subconsciously, he goes to hug his comforter between his legs, eventually ending up with it bunched up high between his thighs, his ankles crossed to help. he starts to squirm and rock back and forth, trying to suppress the need for a bit longer. the motions have his soft dick slowly drag inside his loose pyjama pants, providing a gentle friction that toon have him not so soft anymore. he ends squeezing his thighs and grinding, now not only as a way to hold back his need to relieve himself but also because it just feels good. having an erection does help him hold, so much so that he manages to fall back asleep for a while… until he awakes again, now positively desperate. he finds himself already humping the bunched up comforter, softly panting, when he comes to realize his predicament. he needs to go now. he’s still sleepy tho, sluggish from waking up, and also finding it hard to think, because of his pressing need, and also the jolts of pleasure coursing through his groin with every shift. he’s fully hard, hard and leaking precum in his pyjama pants. the urgency of the situation means he can’t just stop grinding or he fears he’ll lose control. if he was more awake, he’d trust himself to make it to the bathroom quickly, but he isn’t, and he also can’t deny his slightly delirious self that this feels good. unable to reason, all he can do is hold onto the comforter tighter so it’s pulled taught between his thighs, providing both much needed pressure to help his bladder, and pleasure that makes his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. he desperately humps the blanket, feeling his desperation heighten and his muscles weaken—he has no idea how ling he’s been holding like this, but it must’ve been a while for how tired he feels already. pissing the bed isn’t an option tho, so he continues and can only moan in pleasure at the friction on his hard, leaking dick. a particularly good thrust sends him twitching in near overstimulation, and he has to halt his motions for a moment. doing so is what makes him leak for the first time. the feeling of warmth blooming on his dick head makes him frantic, he immediately resumes his humping with urgency. his pyjamas are too rough on his sensitive skin now, threatening his very control, but he he does dare stop or slow slow. he yelps and his hips stutter when another leak escapes him, and then another, and then another. feeling the limits of his ability to approach, he starts humping with desperate and renewed vigour, only speeding up every time his muscles spasm and another spurts escapes him. through it all, the pulses of warmth make his precum-slick pyjamas feel good like nothing else on his throbbing erection. unable yo think of getting up and making mad dash for the toilet—unable to think at all—the guy only moans and gasps as he begins losing control, though he never stops trying to hold it. he’s not done having an accident, and trying not to, when the pleasure in his stomach reaches a peak. he leaks forcefully, gasps, twitches, and then ruts against the blanket in short little trusts, until he forgets everything about holding and can only chase his imminent orgasm. he comes like that, hot and intense, inside his pyjama pants. for a brief moment, he forgets all about his desperate need to piss and just lays there, grinding, milking it out, until the pleasure begins to recede and his desperation comes back all at once. he leaks, a strong spurt that hisses, and immediately doubles down on his frantic grinding, only, this time, the movement is nothing but overstimulating his sensitive dick, so soon after coming. it has the opposite intended affect, as the sensation makes him twitch and his exhausted muscles spasm, allowing more piss to escape him. he tries to cling to control, he really does, but it’s futile.

moaning from the harsh overstimulation, he doesn’t stop grinding, too far gone to reason that it’s no use, besides, it still feels good through the pain. with every rut, more piss leaks out of his dick, which refuses to fully soften under the constant stimulation. just like that, he slowly loses control of his bladder, until a near continuous stream is pouring out. delirious, he continues to rub his hard dick through it. he doesn’t stop when the stream finally dims and stop, still turned on beyond relief. right away, he grinds to another orgasm, not satisfied until dick is throbbing in his pants again and the pleasure overwhelms him.

while he lays in the aftermath, soaked and twitchy, his bladder throbs again, and he can’t help but moan as the very last drops escape him, feeling almost as good at the other type of relief he just got.

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guy who needs to go but doesn’t want to interrupt what he’s doing and get up, so he places a pillow between his legs to help himself hold it while keeping his hands free. it works, but the friction and grinding motions end up turning him on. what started as innocuously trying to delay a bathroom break ends up with him desperately humping the pillow both to chase pleasure and fight the ever growing pressure in his bladder

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Love the idea of making someone take a full shower while they're holding a desperately full bladder. Measuring whatever you pee out afterward, and it better be damn close to your max capacity, or there will be punishments.

Walking into the bathroom when you're this full is hard enough, let alone having to take off all your clothes and then start the shower, listening to and watching the water streaming down. You barely avoid a leak as you put your hand under the water to test the temperature. You stand there with your other hand shoved between your legs while you wait for the shower to warm up---your body is used to using the toilet right before you get in the shower and now it doesn't understand why it can't, your muscles quivering with denied anticipation.

Getting in the shower. Feeling all that hot water trickle down your whole body, running over your bulging bladder, streaming down your thighs like the pee you're not allowed to let out. Maybe you can't even start to do any of your shower tasks for the first minute or so, because if you stop putting all your effort into holding, you know it's going to come out. You stand there and grab yourself and bounce around as you get used to how it feels to be surrounded by the sounds and feeling of water while you're about to burst.

When the first urgent wave subsides, you have to use both hands to wash and condition your hair, so you'll just have to cross your legs as tightly as you can possibly get them and hope it's enough. Everything takes three times as long as it normally would because you have to keep redirecting your attention to not letting your poor bladder relieve itself. Then you have to wash up, running the washcloth or loofah over your whole body, being directed to pay extra good attention to your lower abdomen, feeling your bladder spasm when you press into it. You have to uncross your legs to wash your thighs. You have to pick each leg up to wash your feet. You can hardly hold it all in when you have your thighs clenched together---as soon as they separate, you lose a few drops, your tired muscles protesting having to hold it all back on their own.

Being made to shave just to extend the time. Having to prop one leg at a time up on the side of the tub and bend over to reach all the way to your ankle, your bladder squished between your thigh and your stomach. Spreading your legs to shave between them, trying not to pee as all of your attention goes right between your thighs. Taking the showerhead down afterward to rinse off, spraying the water right near your trembling pee hole, so tempted to just release. If your showerhead can't come down, you would be made to lie on your back in the tub with your legs propped up against the wall, opening your legs up under the faucet, switching the water to come out there as it gushes over you.

The worst part is having to turn the water off and get out. You certainly haven't been able to hold all your leaks back while in the shower, but they've been discreet. Now you're standing in the tub, still dripping with no way to hide it. Even worse as you grab your towel and start to dry off, trying so, so hard to not pee on it. Trembling naked in the bathroom as you stare at the toilet, begging to be allowed to go but having to wait until there's something else to pee into so you can measure. Knowing losing any little bit right now means you might not meet your goal amount, and then there will be hell to pay.

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fuck im in the mood so h...m0uthw4shing omo were the ships bathroom(s) shut down for maintenance and c/rly already had to go a bit beforehand and he keeps assuring everyone hes fine but fuck he cant sit still and did some just dribble out? he ends up running to the supply closet and filling a bucket

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Can't jerk off tonight, so held my piss instead. Drank near a cup and a half of soda and freshly empted my bladder when I got home (not full, just an average amount of piss). Then started holding it at 7pm. But I didn't have to go entirely too bad until around 9pm.

That's when the idea of holding hit me, so I spent my time replying to my friend and scrolling through omoblr. That is until they went to bed, so I had no other distractions. Managed to scroll for two hours, the need to pee getting worse and worse because of the posts I was seeing.

Around 11pm, I came across a post with a YouTube link. Decided there couldn't be any harm in testing myself further, so I started listening to it while continuing to scroll. The feeling kept getting worse and worse, I kept on getting warmer and warmer in my crotch.

I was gonna hold it until 12am because of a post I saw, and thought that 3 hours wouldn't be thaat bad. But it was so warm, twitching, and it felt like I already peed myself (even though I didn't), so I decided that I'd go to the bathroom when I was finished with the video.

Then it got unbelievably WORSE to the point where I didn't think I could go down the hall to use the bathroom (even if there's a bathroom in the hall, my toothbrush or retainers aren't in there, so I have to use the one in the room down the hall). Got up and tried to walk down the hall as smooth as I was able to (surprisingly, the feeling of needing to pee loosened up just a bit whem I got up). Managed to reach the bathroom and checked how much time I had left on the video, because maybe I could wait just a BIT longer.

There was 2 minutes and 40 seconds left, so I decided that I could brush my teeth in that time. The video ended while I was rinsing my mouth, and I was squeezing my legs together at that point. I rushed to put on my retainers and went to the bathroom.

The glob of pre that left me while I was peeing was CRAZY, and it felt SO good

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What if we were frotting but we both have to pee, so we're trying to hold it in, but once one of us breaks, so does the other. So now we're peeing on each other while we frot and all the wetness is making me cum and now we're cumming and,, a and uhh yeahh

Minors DNI, I will block and report you. Ageless blogs DNI, you'll be blocked.

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It's okay, babe. You drank a lot more than me, and it's not your fault the traffic is stopped. I know you must be bursting if you're potty dancing like that.

It's okay if you don't make it home. I don't mind if you pee your pants. I'll understand if it happens. Sometimes if you drink too much and can't get to a bathroom, there is nothing you can do about it. Lots of people pee themselves while they are stuck in traffic. It's okay if it happens to you. I have a towel in the back seat. If you want, you could hold the towel between your legs in case you start peeing. That way, most of the pee will soak into the towel instead of your seat. You don't want to have to sit on a soaked car seat for the rest of the day, do you?

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Imagine having a cute enby scientist partner whose interest-obsession is not controlling your bladder, but studying it:

They always (and very excitedly) come up with new drinking/bathroom schedules for you, and they insist you follow them exactly per their experiment guidelines. For science!

While you are squirming, so desperate you can barely think, they are busy taking notes, asking questions, and collecting all sorts of other data.

Teasing? No. Praise? Nope. But you feel so embarrassed when you hear them say (into their voice recorder) things like "subject has exhibited unexpectedly poor bladder control today," or "subject began urinating uncontrollably into the passenger seat at mile marker 47 and will require dry pants before proceeding with further experiments." And you feel so good when they say things like, "subject successfully spread their legs as instructed and is demonstrating perfect bladder control this evening."

Just, idk. I think it would be the cutest thing ever.

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Forgot to update: drank water while doing the dishes and finished it. Waited around a bit, talked to one of my friends and scrolled through Tiktok, before I REALLY had to go. Decided I needed to shower anyway so I started getting my stuff ready. But while I was getting ready to go into the shower, I had to go SO bad (I've NEVER felt it that bad before). Managed to get in almost on time :[ I leaked a little and went way earlier than I thought I could

:3c doing dishes, heehee

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:3c doing dishes, heehee

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the way I salivate over giving men their first prostrate orgasm. So many men just go at orgasms fast and hard and you miss out on the joy of prolonging it. So many men think they can’t come hands free and yeah maybe some can’t but a lot of you can. You just need to be taken through it. Let me kiss your neck as I work my fingers inside you, massage your prostate while my other hand massages your perineum. Let me kiss you as you leak against your belly. Let me find all the sensitive spots on your body that make you twitch. Let me make you feel good so slowly it makes you want to rip your hair out. Let me get you to orgasm so hard you not only do that sexy fucking whole body shiver but your thighs spasm as your back arches off the bed. So pretty. Such an eager little slut. Good boy.